Apparently, I need help.
Today, while at EM's dance rehearsal, a mom from school walked by and we began to talk. That is, until I saw the new CTMH catalog in her purse.
I don't know her that well. You know, that kind of "well" that gives a person a pass into their friend's purse, to reach for the newest scrapbook supplies catalog.
No I don't know her that well, but reach over and pull the catalog out of her purse I did. The need to see that new catalog was too great and suddenly bull dozed over those socially acceptable walls and ran right into crazy, stalking girl.
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